The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, the inside of a massive, old-school airplane hangar stretches out with no planes, just an endless grid of old computer mainframes and server racks, but somehow, they're all covered in vines and moss. Umm, the air's super cool and damp, with a smell of rain and ozone-free air freshener. A constant low-pitched whine echoes through the space, like background noise, and the mainframes seem to be... somehow merged with these gnarly, twisted pieces of driftwood, the wood seamlessly integrating with circuit boards and wires. Outside, it's a pretty gray, drizzly day.